Double-knotted into the thick
weave of time,
the long-legged bird sways
near the terrestrial waters
and watches as they pass,
looking for the one long twinkle,
the eternal glint.
As the sun falls on the course
of empires it continues folding
and preening its wings,
holding its strange head
to the light,
scouring for crayfish.
When we pass the meridian
of all our dreaming
we too might waken
in that gray mud at sundown,
strewn across the flats
like tiny painted pebbles
blessed to be singled out
by that dark, exacting god.
Seth Jani lives in Seattle, WA, and is the founder of Seven CirclePress. Their work has appeared in American Poetry Journal, Chiron Review, The Comstock Review, Rust + Moth and Pretty Owl Poetry, among others. Their full-length collection, Night Fable, was published by FutureCycle Press in 2018. Visit them at https://www.sethjani.com.
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